There is real pain and conviction in Johnnie Frierson’s music. Previously a songwriter for Stax and touring member of O.V. Wright’s gospel group the Sunset Travelers, these later-era songs were recorded solo in his garage at some point then sold on cassettes in local Memphis record stores in the 90’s. The fact that they have been rescued from the jaws of obscurity by Light in the Attic records proves how essential that record label really is.
This is an amazing version of Mother Sky with really great sound quality. Some of the kids in the audience do not seem like they are quite on the Can train…..
Election Day happened and I quit the internet.
Not completely, but mostly. I haven’t been to any news or social media site since the evening of November 8th.
No Twitter, no CNN, no Reddit, no Instagram, and definitely no Facebook. Not even local news.
I have continued to use Spotify, Stream Amazon Prime and listen to podcasts about old movies. But already, seven days into this break from the noise, my mind feels clearer, cleaner and more spacious.
When I have come home in the evening, I’ve put my phone on the kitchen counter and let it sit there until morning. Chrome has been used sparingly to check my email a few times. But all of those information feeds–the news, Reddit posts, random stuff on Boing Boing, what some girls I knew in high school are posting to Instagram, essays on the state of the nation in the New Yorker, the Atlantic, The Daily Beast, blah blah blah–those have remained out of sight and out of mind. And instead of filling my head with them, I’ve played with my son. I’ve also done yard work, made some grilled cheese sandwiches, listened to the latest Orb album without looking at anything else, read a novel, played with my son some more, written, thought and tried to sleep well.
When I think of the ways I want to spend my time, the things I’d like to accomplish, the memories I want to make, staring at the endless feed of news, controversies, cats, complaints and bullshit drama that streams out of the web isn’t really one of them.
That world has become too loud, fast, ephemeral and, in essence, meaningless. At least for me, right now. There have been a thousand treatises written on what’s unhealthy about the online world we’ve created for ourselves. I don’t need to add to them here. All I can say is it feels good to step away for a little while.
I composed this post offline in Scrivener. I did it without clicking away to check twitter, or checking to see if anything had changed on the Daily Beast’s Cheat Sheet. This sounds obvious and hardly novel. But over the last few years it’s become anything but.
Over the last few years, typing the names of certain websites into my browser has become an almost unconscious reflex action. Same with taking out my phone to check a social feed while waiting in line to buy lunch. Time to change that.
I’m interested in seeing how long I can go. How disconnected I can get. How much real estate I can recover in my mind. Already I’ve overheard people at work talking about news I am completely unaware of. I’m not just okay with this, I welcome it.
It’s fall, and next weekend I might have a fire.
For me, listening to Captain Beefheart and his Magic Band is like suddenly seeing the world in color for the first time. Spend a little time listening to Trout Mask Replica and everything else just feels so tied down by rules and convention.
These are covers for William Gibson Sprawl novels (Mona Lisa Overdrive is missing) published by Hayakawa, and designed by Yukimasa Okumura. They have a kind of proto-glitch art look to them, although upon close inspection you can see they are actually very intense collages.
Browsing through YouTube suggestions today when I came across a series of Paul McCartney cuts from his short-lived radio series Oobu Joobu.
Oobu Joobu was a radio show created by Paul McCartney in 1995 and described by McCartney as “wide-screen radio”. The program aired on the American radio network Westwood One and its name was inspired by a BBC production of Alfred Jarry‘s Ubu Cocu. Because the show’s material included demos, rehearsals, live performances, and unreleased recordings of Paul McCartney and The Beatles, many of the programs have been bootlegged.
If You haven’t heard any of the music from these programs, you can find a lot of the cuts on YouTube. But they don’t really compare to the experience of hearing them in the context of the show which includes recipes, interviews and a whole slew of weirdness. If you’re interested at all in what McCartney was up to in the late nineties right before Flaming Pie came out, do yourself a favor and download full episodes from your favorite source of such exotic wares.
Later era Soft Machine is often dismissed as the work of a band past their prime. If that’s true, then how do you explain this?